After a loud noise, the paper kite stepped into the room.

Xiao Erzi stood there with an embarrassed face, and when he saw the figure of the paper kite, his eyes lit up as if he had seen a savior: "Lord Paper Kite!" You're back! The paper kite lowered his eyes slightly, and sure enough, there was a demonic boy lying in a corner.

Qingluan snorted, and when she saw the paper kite coming back, she immediately beckoned and told her plan.

"What do you think?" Qingluan said, staring at the paper kite, "As long as Prince Rong sees Shi Mo, he will definitely remember it, and when he sees Shi Mo is the Shun Empire, he will definitely have to let the emperor hand over Shi Mo, haha I see where the emperor is going to find someone." ”

"That's a good idea, but... Shi Mo agreed? Paper Kite thought about it slightly, as long as the emperor ordered to find Shi Mo, the time for the eighth princess Helian Long to marry and velvet can be postponed, as long as it lasts for another three months, whether the eighth princess is alive or dead, and what happens next is none of their business.

Now the question is, Shimo... Will agree?

"Of course." Qingluan clapped his hands and squinted at a certain young man lying on the ground pretending to be dead, "Did you say yes, Shimo?" ”

The young man opened his big narrow phoenix eyes and looked at Qingluan with teary eyes, "Xiao Qiqi knows how to bully me..." Qingluan tilted her head and clasped her hands on her chest, smiling and mild.

“......”

"Let's go, let's plan how to make Shi Mo and that and Prince Rong meet by chance!" Qingluan turned his head and looked at the paper kite with excitement on his face, and he saw that the paper kite was a little hairy in his heart.

"Two adults...", a cautious voice, as soon as Qingluan turned around, he saw that the little second son was looking at the two of them worriedly, "The little one knows that the Shun Empire has a festival recently..."

"Holidays? What festival? Qingluan was a little curious.

Xiao Erzi wiped his sweat and lowered his voice: "There is a sacred tree on the Nanling Island of the Shun Empire, which blooms once every three years, and now His Majesty has named this day as the Water Light Festival." "The Sacred Tree?" Qingluan and Paper Kite glanced at each other, "Even dare to use divine words, tsk.

"My lord, you don't know, that sacred tree is really magical, every three years when it blooms, it will attract a large number of golden Tianshui butterflies, that scene, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a fairyland on earth!" The little second son's face was solemn, "It is rumored that the sacred tree is also called the tree of marriage, so whenever the sacred tree is in full bloom, if the woman has a favorite person, she can hang the sachet embroidered by herself on the sacred tree." ”

"It works?" Qingluan raised her eyebrows and asked.

"It works!" The little second son nodded vigorously, for fear that Qingluan would not believe it.

Qingluan didn't care, "You mean, during the Water Light Festival, Prince Herong will also go?" ”

"My lord, there will be a lot of women going there that day!" Xiao Erzi emphasized the special in his accent, especially a lot.

"yes, I understand." Qingluan nodded seriously, which girl doesn't have spring? Looking at it this way, the chance encounter in the Water Light Festival may make the Prince of Herong even more unforgettable.

Xiao Erzi paused for a moment, and then raised his head shyly and embarrassedly, "Uh... That, my lord, all the women who participate in the Water Light Festival must wear sachets...."

Implication...

Qingluan was suddenly surprised, "Isn't it okay to bring a sachet?" Paper kite: Would you make sachets? ”

The paper kite shook its head.

"It's okay, just go buy two when the time comes." Qingluan didn't care, how could the two of them be so idle, and still make sachets? Still learning embroidery?

"Uh... My lord, the sachet I made myself will be more effective..."Xiao Erzi said in a low voice.

Qingluan had a black line: "I'm not going to ask for marriage!" ”

"Go and find out the route of Prince Rong that day." The paper kite thought for a while and instructed the little second son.

"Yes, sir!" The little second son hurriedly answered, and then hurriedly withdrew, so fast that people thought he had seen something terrible. "What's wrong with this little second son?" Qingluan doesn't understand, why is this little second son weird recently?

Paper Kite shook her head.

Within a few days, it was the Water Light Festival mentioned by the little second son.

Because the palace maid can't leave the palace, of course the paper kite and Qingluan can't wear the palace maid's clothes anymore.

This time, the little second son is very witty, and has helped the two customize several sets of clothes, Qingluan is full of interest and goes to find clothes first, she is taller than the paper kite, but the body is the same thin and has not grown.

Qingluan picked out a skirt embroidered with ginkgo lotus flowers, two delicate and small collarbones were faintly visible at the collar, and a pink palace silk was simply tied around the waist.

Xiao Erzi also specially instructed a maid who was in charge of grooming to help Qingluan comb their hair, Qingluan didn't like those coiled sideburns very much, to be honest, she was very uncomfortable when she was a palace maid.

The maid was also skillful, but she just helped Qingluan comb and weave it into a small butterfly shape, pinned the purple jade butterfly crown, and the falling purple bead curtain followed the remaining strands of hair and fell to her slender waist.

Qingluan stared at the bronze mirror left and right, and finally nodded with satisfaction: "I'm so beautiful!" ”

"...."The maid who was about to help Qingluan thrush shook her hand.

"What kind of hair do you want to comb paper kite..."As soon as Qingluan turned his head, he saw the paper kite who was submerged in a white robe and couldn't see clearly, "......"

Qingluan felt that her head hurt a little, and she held her forehead: "I said paper kite, you won't go to the Water Light Festival like this, right?" "Hmm." The paper kite nodded, not even putting down the hood of the white robe.

"Paper kite, you won't be able to get married like this, I'll tell you!" Qingluan held his forehead and flipped through the remaining sets of clothes, "It's a rare day to play, don't be so boring, what do you want to do in this way..."

So in the silence of the maid on the side, the evening gradually came.

Under Qingluan's persuasion, Paper Kite finally gave up the idea of wearing a white robe to the Water Light Festival.

It's just that what Qingluan didn't expect was that the paper kite was so thin?! I usually don't pay much attention to it, but the clothes specially made by this little second son are still too big on the paper kite, and even some of the sleeves cover her hands can't be seen, and in desperation, the little second son finally bought a simple silver-gray riding costume from the store next door.

Her skin was already pale, and with the silver gray, she looked even more delicate and helpless, gentle and merciful, like a weak woman who could be blown down by the wind in the next second.

The paper kite didn't care what she was wearing, so she casually pulled out a palace silk and tied a simple ponytail for herself.

"......" looked at the paper kite with the belt tied to her hair dumbfounded, Qingluan smiled helplessly, "It's good if you're happy..."

South Ridge.

It was supposed to enter the island by boat, Qingluan and Paper Kite were both troublesome, so they directly performed light skills and entered the island on the sea, crowded with people, and the crowd of people who accompanied each other were all carrying a candlelight and swaying lanterns, which could be regarded as letting Qingluan and the two know that before entering the island, they saw that the whole island seemed to be floating with golden light with different rules, which turned out to be the glimmer of the lanterns in people's hands.

The center of the island is also a huge sea, with a bamboo pavilion surrounded by a huge sacred tree in the center, and a long corridor pavilion filled with many young men and women.

Qingluan stared at the crowd of people carrying lanterns everywhere, his dark eyes were reflected by the candlelight with a faint golden glow, "When will Prince Herong come?" "There's still an hour." Paper Kite replied.

There is still an hour left, and it is also the time when the sacred tree is about to bloom.

Qingluan nodded and looked around a few times, "Shi Mo doesn't know where to hide." ”

"We'll see in a moment." The paper kite glanced back at her, as if smiling, and spoke softly.

This strange tone made Qingluan a little surprised, "Paper kite, what are you laughing at?" "This gentle tone... I always feel a little hairy...

"Nothing."